Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1887-10-07
A GOOD CATCH.

name beautifully engraved on the ele-
CANT visiting card which a servant pre-
sented to Evelyn Ogden, as she stood
before tall pier-glass, admiring the
sweep of her satin train, and the wave
of her glossy black hair.
"You are ready, | suppose, Sybil :"
she asked, with a disdainful glance at
her shy little cousin, whose modest toi-
lette of wine- colored cashmere hardly
suited Miss Evelyn's elaborate taste.
"Oh, yes" Sybil answered, promptly.
81 have been ready for some time"
"Why don't you put some white lace
around your neck?" Evelyn asked crit
ically. "You look so-oh, so plain"
She was going to say "countryfed,"
but repented OF that and amended her
speech.
81 haven't any lace" sybil said, frank
ly.
"Pll lend you my fichu," said Eve
lyn, less in spirit of generosity than
in wish to have Sybil look semi-re-
spectacle.
"Thanks," was the gentle reply, "but
| would rather not borrow any fine
feathers, Evelyn, dear. Dom t mind me.
| couldn't look anything but plain if |
tried, and it will suit me better TO creep
into quiet corner where no one will
see me. can enjoy your triumphs,
cousin, for am sure you will have
them. You look so beautiful tonight"
"Do you think SOP" said Evelyn, with
conscious glance toward the mirror.
81 am glad this dress is so becoming.
Mr.. Artuthnot adores white"
81 almost wish l hadn's said | would
go" observed Sybil, looking down at her
own plain dress. am afraid shall dis
grace you, Evelyn. don't even know
how to behave, for | never heard Of a
progressive angling party before"
ooh, it is simple enough" said Eve
lyn, buttoning her long gloves. "There
will be lot of tubs, or punch bowls,
probably, and we will all have gilt fish
ing rods and lines, with hooks OH them.
The fish are hollow and have prizes in
side. We all ii sh for them, and nobody
knows what he is going to get till the
fish are opened. There is to be gold
ring in one tonight, they say. 1t will
be ike wedding cake. But you needn't
worry; Sybil; FL tell you what to do"
Sybil was not worrying. She was per-
fectly quiet-in fact, so much so, that
Evelyn fancied that her brilliant escort
would not be ut all pleased with this
unexpected addition to their party.
Sybil had come to the city to try and
get position as teacher, and Evelyn
did not fancy taking her out into socie-
ty; but Mr.. Ogden had tender feeling
for his sisters child, and commanded
his daughter to show her all the honor
due 10 distinguished guest.
"My cousin, Miss Weir, Mr.. Arbuth-
not" said Evelyn, presenting Sybil to
the gentleman " no awaited them in the
parlor.
Ainsley Arbuthnot's keen eyes had
swept in an instant over the white satin
gown, with the mental observation:
"Overdressed..
They rested now upon the slender lit
tie figure in the soft, rich-colored CASH
mere, and they lighted with genuine
admiration.
81 am pleased to make your acquain-
lance, Miss Weir," he said, with that
quiet yet impressive manner which is
such a valuable gift.
Sybil murmured something, but her
eyelids fell before that magnetic glance.
How handsome he was, and how per-
fectly self-possessed? 1t was no won
der that Evelyn was always talking
about Ainsley Arbuthnot.
He was rich, too, they said, though
Sybil thought very little about wealth,
save as some far-away thing which she
would probably never possess in all her
lifetime.
The progressive angling" went on at
Mrs. Bayard's house, where Sybil felt
as though she were in fairy-land, among
flowers, and parIi-colored lights, that
showed crowd of elegantly-dressed men
and women, who moved about in scene
of rare beauty and splendor.
Must fish too?" Sybil asked, ner-
yously, as she looked shyly at the superb
cut-glass bowls, in which artificial gold
fish were swimming in p~rfumed water.
81 would rather not"
"Don't be afraid" said Arbuthnot,
kindly. "They all make botches Of it."